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Chapter 11: The Drive

Author: Spicy Candy
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-09 13:52:55

Rhea

The world blurred past the window—trees, houses, cars, all bleeding into one indistinct smear of color. My elbow rested on the door, hand propped under my jaw, holding my head up because it felt too heavy to support on its own.

I’d make them pay.

The thought circled my mind like a vulture, picking at the carcass of last night. Make them want me. Make them ache. Make them beg the way I’d begged, on my knees with their—

“—preparing for midterms?”

Greg’s voice filtered through the fog, distant and muffled, like he was speaking underwater.

“What?” I blinked, pulling my gaze from the window to find him glancing at me with that concerned dad look he’d been perfecting lately.

“I asked how you’re preparing for your midterms.” He smiled, one hand on the wheel, the other draped casually over the gear shift. “Big week coming up, right?”

“Oh. Yeah. I’m studying. It’s fine.” The words came out mechanical, rehearsed, like a recording I’d played too many times.

He was quiet for a momen
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    Rhea The world blurred past the window—trees, houses, cars, all bleeding into one indistinct smear of color. My elbow rested on the door, hand propped under my jaw, holding my head up because it felt too heavy to support on its own. I’d make them pay. The thought circled my mind like a vulture, picking at the carcass of last night. Make them want me. Make them ache. Make them beg the way I’d begged, on my knees with their— “—preparing for midterms?” Greg’s voice filtered through the fog, distant and muffled, like he was speaking underwater. “What?” I blinked, pulling my gaze from the window to find him glancing at me with that concerned dad look he’d been perfecting lately. “I asked how you’re preparing for your midterms.” He smiled, one hand on the wheel, the other draped casually over the gear shift. “Big week coming up, right?” “Oh. Yeah. I’m studying. It’s fine.” The words came out mechanical, rehearsed, like a recording I’d played too many times. He was quiet for a momen

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